Jakarta’s bloody Friday the 13th
FRIDAY the 13th will forever remain etched on my mind.
I was in the frontline of fire, caught between a phalanx of troops and thousands of demonstrators on that November day.
When the shooting started, the seething mob scattered.
It was a bizarre experience – in the Central Business District of Jakarta, I heard more rounds fired than ever before in my life.
At least six people died on Black Friday.
It was another bloody footnote in Indonesia’s chequered path to a democracy.